"What did you do?"

"What the fuck did you do?!"

Kenny's furious words replayed in Bonnie's head continuously, as the pale woman stared at the feeble embers in the pit in front of her. Mike tended to it occasionally, but even he knew it was fruitless to try and revive the pathetic excuse for a fire. All it was doing was producing smoke that would no doubt attract some unwanted attention.

"You ok Bonnie," Mike asked, as he started to quell the pitiful fire "you seem a bit, uh, distracted.." Bonnie sighed and pulled her jacket around her thin frame tighter, trying to ward off the arctic temperatures Virginian winter. Snow covered the ground, and their faces were flushed. Despite this, Bonnie still smiled at Mike.

"I'm fine Mike," Bonnie replied softly, her green eyes not meeting the talker man's brown ones "I just...I hope Clementine's ok..I hope Kenny hasn't done anything irrational or anythin', y'know?" Even though the pair hadn't known Kenny that long, they had seen what he could be like if he got angry. And they knew Clementine probably wouldn't have the heart to kill someone she's known for so long.

"Me too," Mike agreed, as he retrieved his gun "you go to sleep Bonnie, I got this one." Bonnie was about to argue, but a yawn soon overcame her, and she, somewhat reluctantly, got a blanket from their stock of supplies, and pulled it tight around her, before lying down next to the pit radiating heat. Within moments, she was asleep.

Mike watched Bonnie with a small smile on his face, as their single, viable form of warmth died. The African American man sighed, and stared at the sky. Even he knew this was going to be a long night. It would be ambitious to even assume there'd be walkers let alone other people out here. If there were any, they would have died either due to the undead or the extreme weather.

Mike was never used to the cold weather. He'd grown up in the Alabamian sun as a teenager, before moving to the slightly less hot Florida once he reached adulthood. Being in a place like this was definitely a new experience for him, but he definitely didn't like it. He would prefer to be anywhere except her right now. Hell, he'd rather be living in Alabama again, and that was saying something.

With a pronounced frown, Mike recalled what it was like living in Alabama. Sure, the weather was great for whatever you wanted, but a small portion of the people were…less than accepting of Mike's family and himself for their complexion. Every slur you could think of was hurled their way.

Ape.

Negro.

Nigger.

Mike tried to never let it get to him. Of course, that was always easier said than done. His hand ghosted over the scar that began from the corner of his mouth to his ear as he reminisced about the time he had enough of the treatment..

"Hey, Smyth!"

Mike felt anger bubble in his stomach, but he quelled it enough to turn around and face the three people who were marching towards him with furious expressions. Mike was already aware what had infuriated them, besides his skin colour. But he didn't want to admit more than he had to in case what he was thinking of wasn't what had infuriated the trio.

"Smyth, heard you were talkin' to Maureen last night," one of the men, who went by the name Ryland, hissed, his grey eyes gliding over Mike's frame "and both of y'all organised a meet up an everythin'." Mike felt his gut squeeze, but his face portrayed the opposite expression; one of utmost confidence and apathy.

"That's right," Mike said coolly, crossing his arms, and he quirked an eyebrow at the thoroughly pissed off man "you got a problem with that? Because Maureen definitely didn't." Ryland's eyes narrowed, and the woman to his left, called Savannah, crossed her arms in anger.

"She doesn't know what's good for her," Savannah said spitefully, jerking her head to the side "her family agrees; none of them want mongrel grandchildren of any shit like that." Second by second, Mike was noticing how the people surrounding them were going out of their way to ignore the situation. If a physical altercation occurred, Mike wouldn't have anyone to assist him.

"Why don't you stay out of it," Mike suggested, his tone no longer cool, instead it was now icy "because, after all, it is none of your business." Ryland growled threateningly, and only now did Mike realise that everybody had evacuated the area, knowing the imminent chaos that was close to occurring.

"It is my business if some Oreo child is gon' be runnin' around my city," Ryland said quietly, but his voice dripped with venom "so you better give Maureen a call, finish it and then go marry a nice blackie lady." It was now Mike's turn for his eyes to narrow and his fist clenched.

"Ryland, how about you just mind your own business," Mike said, but this time it was less suggestive and more of an order "unless you like being involved in a black man's love life?" This caused Savannah to snort involuntary and Ryland to step forward so him and Mike were chest to chest.

"Shut the fuck up right now, you fuckin' negro," Ryland threatened, trying to make himself look bigger than he actually was to subdue Mike "or else I'll make sure your family'll pay." This chilled Mike to the bone and the dark skinned man glared at Ryland venomously.

"You wouldn't dare," Mike muttered, and Ryland smirked.

"You wanna test me," Ryland welcomed "because I'll do it. I'll make sure your sister, your dad and that nigger whore you call a mother-"

Ryland was cut off as Mike lost his temper and threw a punch at the sandy haired men, sending him to the ground. However, Mike soon felt a sharp pain to the back of his knee and he buckled. He was turned over and was met with the face of Savannah, Ryland and the third member of their trio.

Mike was held in place by Ryland and the third man, while Savannah pulled out a knife that glinted in the sunlight. Mike felt beads of sweat cover his forehead as Savannah cackled madly, and twirled the knife in her hands.

Savannah placed the knife against Mike's cheek, and held his head with her other hand. "Good luck findin' love now nigger," Savannah laughed as the blade sliced into Mike's skin.

"Mike!"

Mike snapped out of his daydream to see Bonnie staring at him in with an expression of concern. "Mike, you ok," Bonnie asked, and the ginger woman stood up, clutching a knife "Mike, you're exhausted. I'll take over watch." Mike smiled gratefully at the woman, before Mike took the blanket she previously had, and started to go to sleep, while Bonnie sat down and began watch.


The next morning, the pair were up in the early hours of the morning as the first light of day began to break over the horizon. They gathered what little supplies they had lying around before walking away from the small opening in the forest and venturing further inside.

"Do you have any idea of where we go from here," Bonnie inquired to try and dispel the smothering silence "I heard Kenny talkin' 'bout a place called Wellington.."

"Kenny is also insane," Mike reminder remorselessly, his words blunt "Bonnie, we're what? Four years into the apocalypse or something? Do you really think a community could've survived this long? And this is all surviving on word. There's no evidence of it."

"Well..yeah, but they can't exactly send scouts out," Bonnie muttered, looking crestfallen "it's stupid to think they'd send scouts out to look for people who might kill them! We have to look for them ourselves." Mike scoffed.

"Bonnie, I'm trying to be an asshole or anything, but c'mon, really," Mike shook his head as he said this "do you really think-"

"Yeah, I do think," Bonnie snapped, fed up with Mike's pessimism "could it really kill you to have a little hope?" Mike realised that he must be becoming tiresome if all he did was complain, so instead he looked sighed.

"I-I'm sorry Bonnie, I'm just a little on edge since Clementine and everything," Mike explained and Bonnie nodded.

"I understand Mike, just try to have a little hope, please," Bonnie asked with a little warmth in her voice "I mean, that's all we have right now, don't we?" Mike then snorted.

"Now look who's not being hopeful," Mike smirked, and Bonnie gawped at the man.

"Oh shut up Mike," Bonnie guffawed and the two fell into laughter. Both knew it wasn't that funny, but they took what they could when it came to humour.

"C'mon," Bonnie sighed, nudging Mike slightly "we gotta get any supplies we can.." Mike nodded in agreement, and the two tread as quietly as they. Currently, there were no walkers around or life of any kind, so that left Bonnie and Mike with a feeling of security.

"You think we should go back to the house," Mike suggested "I mea, they're not staying' there, are they?" Bonnie pondered the idea, before nodding.

"That sounds like a good idea," Bonnie praised, but then put one hand on her hip "there's just one problem: which direction is it in? Because we've been walkin' in all sorts'a directions for a while now. Hell, are we even in Virginia anymore?"

"I, uh…that's a good question," Mike chuckled nervously "how about we just walk and see where it takes us?" Bonnie then gestured to Mike with an outwardly pointed finger.

"Now that's good thinkin'," Bonnie agreed.


That's right.

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I made a fix of the same plot and same name a long time ago BUT I've fleshed out the plot more and planned everything out by chapter. The plot will be changed DRASTICALLY.

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